Frustrations

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Fable legs give way to loud voices

that echo across walls

cracking underneath

their shortfalls

at thirty to midnight

As thirsty

lungs

inflate

in bated

breath

Drowning

in

withheld words,

that

somehow,

strangle us

and

throw us,

across internal walls

made of frustration

and desperation

In a cracking room

that’s somewhat

falling apart

because you

couldn’t hold yourself

t o g e t h e r

you only

tethered

on cracks

you created

Because you let your fable legs

f

a

l

l

When they needed you most

And i still held you.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Averie Woodard

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